The 73rd Games: A Hunger Games Fanfic [slow updates]

{12} Sugar

**Ingrid's pov**

The rain and the sky swirled around us, all of us, 

Crystal, in her shocked silence.

Jacob, defensive but quiet.

Jun, staring out over the waves like there was still hope.

Ave, for once, not even a hint of a smile on her face.

Sophie, small and pale and shuddering with supressed horror.

Mad, restless and tense.

And me, Ingrid, standing there and standing there and finally comprehending the brutal evil of this terrible game.

We had all seen Gabby disappear beneath the foamy white crest of a deep blue wave, and we had never seen her emerge again.

And then we heard the cannons. 

They were two loud shots to shatter the stale silence. Tonight, when the anthem of Panem played, Gabby's and Victoria's faces would be projected into the sky.

Jacob was the first to speak. "Crystal, I don't know what you want, but I'm going to sleep. We all knew we were possibly going to die when we came into this; you of all people should know that. Yes, Gabby died, but she took Victoria with her. Happy?" He rolled his eyes and walked back into the sea cave with long, careless strides.

Crystal stared at his retreating form for a long moment, anger gathering in her eyes.

She turned to all of us, and we listened carefully.

"Jacob had been planning this all along, you know? I actually got a lot of food on the first day, but I hid it in one of the sleeping bags so nobody would be tempted. At night it was stolen. It was obvious, it was Victoria. He's been visiting every night that Jacob's been on watch. And he's been planning a mass murder the whole time. Jacob tried to tamper with all our food; I stopped him. Thanks to Ingrid, we're still alive. But something needs to be done, this is first degree murder!"

"We shouldn't" Sophie said softly.

"What?" Crystal snapped. Her hair floated up. Sophie was losing control of her telekinesis.

"We needn't kill him. There's nobody else who would make plots with him; and after all, he's been quite helpful."

"This is the Hunger games; you're supposed to kill people."

"If you're supposed to killed people, then why make such a big deal out of a plot to do so?" Sophie's voice was lowered to an almost inaudible piano.

"Join us or join him, your choice."

"I won't." Sophie declared. "I'm leaving."

"Then goodbye." Crystal said. "Sure."

Sophie tied her belongings into a net. Her fingers shook as she tightened the last knot. 

I ran up to her.

"Are you c-coming with me?." He voice quavered a bit, as if she couldn't believe the audacity of the deed she had just committed.

"No." I replied, and to my surprise, my heart sank a bit. "But I understand why you must go. This is terrible. But I must stay with Crystal and Ave because I swore to."

"It's okay." She said, but there was a sadness in her eyes, a reluctance to turn her back on the rest of us. "I'll be with them."

"Who?"

"Them. Metallica. Bye." Then she darted up the cliff, fast and nimble; almost as if trying to escape the look of realization in my eyes.

She was a traitor too.

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Dawn was breaking, rays of soft lemonade sunshine fanning through gaps in the fractured clouds. It was the first dawn we had seen in any days.

Ave immediately started scratching her back vigorously. "The clouds, ouch, my toes, my toes, my toes!"

"What?"

"Oh, it's just the clouds, they teleport the pancakes so that the potatoes fly."

I shrugged. Today, it was the time. To commit a crime so heinous that if I lived, I would never forgive myself for the blood on my hands.

But a killer deserved to be killed, didn't he?

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I lead Jacob out of the cave, my heart beating in my cheat. I kept a stream of light chatter flowing, carefully avoiding topics concerning yesterday. 

There. I saw dew glinting on a small twine snare. I carefully stepped over it and waited for Jacob to follow. He did so.

The moment his foot hit the twine, the string seized up, tightening on a lever placed on a nearby cliff. I stepped away and joined the rest of them at the beach, watching with morbid focus.

The twine jerked him to a coil of rope. He was flung into a hangman's knot which tightened then lowered him onto a ledge.

Crystal and I stepped forth to slice the rope just above the knot.

Jacob's eyes were bloodshot and wide with unmistakable fear. He looked pale; inhuman. He kicked out and his foot struck the salt coated sandstone cliffs; he clutched at the ropes that encircled him. 

Then the rope snapped at Crystal's blade and he plummeted down into a steep hole we had dug in rain and in moonlight. 

A deadweight, he passed through layer of kelp leaves and was lost in the darkness, a void so deep not even the brilliant sunlight of day could pierce.

We stayed by the hole and ate breakfast quite calmly. 

Jacob screamed till his voice was raw. It was quite disconcerting, trying to eat amid such piercing noises. However, Crystal considered the sounds quite soothing.

At noon, the sun blazed above up and sweat began to dampen my skin. It was time.

We were to bury him with salt and sugar.

Not figuratively, metaphorically,symbolically, hyperbolically, or anything else.

Literally.

The moment the sack of sugar was dumped onto his head, he gagged and choked and clutched at his throat. His veins bulged in his neck and his red eyes shone with desperation. There was nothing else he could do.

Crystal sprinkled the last layer of sugar into the hole. A cannon blew us back into reality.

Jacob was dead.

We all had murdered him.

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A/N apologies for the short chapter 

BUT THANK YOU CRYSTAL YOU ACTUALLY MADE A WATTPAD!!!!!